My little man turned three years old last weekend.
We had a bunch of family in town for the holidays, and Squish shares a birthday with his grandpa. So we had a joint birthday family party with the usual accouterments.
It’s hard to believe my baby boy is already a “big kid.” At least, compared to his sister.
(Word to the wise: don’t pass out at our place. We practice baby-shaming, and you will wake up with an infant in your arms.)
Happiest of birthdays to my main Squishy-man!